Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.